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Who: irvine & [OPEN]
What: Getting fixed and roaming the halls of garden
when: After his return and discussion with squall
Warnings: None yet.



Irvine had left Squall's office and headed straight to the infirmary, checking in and sitting down on one of the empty beds. He waited, and was relieved when the doctor quickly came to him.

"Alright mister Kinneas, you said you had an injury to your shoulder?" Irvine pulled his shirt off, and the doctor began to poke at his arm, making him wince. "Oh dear... it seems that you pulled it out of socket, and never quite got it to fix. I can fix it rather quickly, but it is going to hurt."

The doctor grasped at his arm, and yanked it roughly, with a sickening crack. Normally someone should have screamed at the sensation, but Irvine merely grunted, and winced, as his long dislocated shoulder was now slammed back into place. The doctor quickly set his arm in a sling, and wrapped the shoulder in bandaging to keep it from swelling too badly.

"Now, you'll have to mind that arm for about a week until the swelling goes down. You can take it off every few hours to let it breathe, but no lifting with that arm Mister Kinneas! You already have some nerve damage, that I cannot see the extent of!" Irvine nodded, still processing the pain. The doctor grabbed a pad and started scribbling.

"This is a mild painkiller, take it to the pharmacy in town and have it filled. take them when you need them. if you need more, let me know" she smiled to him. "you are a very brave man fighting those Heartless." Irvine simply gave a sad smile.

"Bravery is only Cowardice with a purpose" he said simply, and stood up, taking the paper in his hands. "Thank you doc" he grabbed his jacket and shirt, not bothering the throw either back on, and left the doctors office, starting to slowly walk down the hallway.

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The Leading Man had brought the Strahl upon Balamb Garden a while ago and as he walked down the hallway from the Training Center, his whole demenour portrayed a man in great sorrow whom hid it as best he knew how.

Balthier's bejeweled hands swung at his side, his gun fixed on his back. He had spent a good few hours training alone, both with gun and Magicks, but the easy fights had not sated his anger to the Fates.

As he walked, he glanced to the man with the sling, furrowing his brow slightly. Yet, he said no words, intent on heading for the Infirmary.

Indeed, Balthier was injured. Severe Mage Burn had his hands red and bloodied in places; a claw from a fiend had tore across his cheek. The collar of his white shirt was crimson with his blood as it trickled down his neck.

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Irvine moved his jacket, folding it as best he could, his twin guns slung still to his hips over his metal chaps. He paused, attempting to hold his chainmail while he attempted to fold it. He probably looked insane, trying to fold with one hand. He leaned against the wall, making the shoulder touch which made him wince all the more. He looked up, noticing the man walking up. He looked different then most people in Garden. He blinked. This was someone new, which wasn't that strange considering how long he had been gone. This guy looked about as bad as he did.

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Noticing that the man was struggling, Balthier stopped. As of late, he was less of a cold man. He knew now that no good deed went unrewarded and he knew his family could do with something good. "Would you like a hand?" Balthier offered out his left, the one with the rings and the least wounds, though it had black powder on it from his gun.

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Irvine looked up, and took a breath. "Yeah, if ya can spare it" he murmured, looking at the man's hand, "But ya look like ya need the good doc first." Irvine had become quite a perceptive man in the past few months. He noticed the weapons, and tilted his head, "for a rifle with that kind of kickback, it might be a good investment to get a set of gloves, it cuts down on the friction." he paused, and thought for a moment. "Sorry. I don't mean to pry or nothin' no offense meant." he covered himself, standing up from against the wall.

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"I rather enjoy the force she gives." He gave a slight smile and helped this man to fold his clothes. "I will be fine for a moment longer, the doctor's aid can wait." He did the task for the cowboy and soon crossed his arms over his chest. "Well... there." He nodded once before going to leave. Balthier never really waited around for anyone, and he never asked a name unless he needed it. No, it was best not to get close to anyone. His pirate rules were meant to be followed.

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"Normally I would agree. But I learned with these girls I just can't shoot em days straight without a bit of help" he gestured down and smirked. "But I go without it when I can." He took the bundle, and slipped his hat back on over his head. "I've never seen you around Garden before, then again I just got back myself. Good to see the Commander pulled in some capable gunslingers while I was gone" he smiled, nodding his head.

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Balthier allowed a very pirate smirk to cross his face and he chuckled, looking at Irvine with sparkling stormy eyes. "I am no simple gunslinger. I am a sky pirate, and a legend amongst my kind." He rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one side. "I am more than simply a weapon at Squall's disposal, yet I make no promise to follow a single one of his orders." No, Balthier was willing to follow Squall's orders, but he was not the teen's pet or toy.

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"Pirate?" Irvine now pulled a smirk of his own, and tipped his hat back slightly. "Squall lets pirates in here now a days? Well ... seems the more things change ..." he shook his head. "Now I don't know about legendary pirates, but I do know marksmen." He leaned his head back, and nodded towards the infirmary. "Thought you were going to go get yerself fixed up." he laughed a bit, good-naturedly, "Does anyone follow Squalls orders to a T? Really?" he rubbed the back of his neck.

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"Not all pirates, just me and my Viera partner." Balthier chuckled slightly, brushing at the blood on his face. "I would've fixed up myself had I been able to cast Magicks." He shrugged slightly before running his hand through his sandy blonde locks. "No one truly seems to follow his orders to a T, as you say, though there are those of us willing to try." Balthier looked down towards the infirmary. "I've taken enough of your time. I bid you farwell. If you wish to speak again, ask for the Strahl. I should be there." At that, Balthier turned, heading for the infirmary.